Better Space

Why are those shadows
Inking itself, out
of the body
Penning a cloudy move

Not all is lost
Sharing an accord
Between the two worlds, but
The nib of the shallow twilight

Dispense thy light
Into six corners, dark;
Where bleeds
Submissive heart mine

I desire no gold
Nor any body sack
My longing serves
A savant to thy need

Extinguish those fake fire
from the external expo
Side me a hinge
Towards your better world

Outdo my stub remains
Hinting me a better space
Allude not, to;
Where I post my body in

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